Chapter 1219: A Pursuit of Millions of Miles
They left. Soon, the surrounding people departed one after another.
The people of the Heavenly Terrace flickered away, seemingly unconcerned about Lin Feng’s life being in danger. In truth, Senior Brother Mu Chen had long anticipated that something might go wrong, yet he still arranged things this way without coming personally. The senior brother seemed exceptionally confident in this youngest personal disciple.
However, today’s events—Lin Feng of the Heavenly Terrace battling Long Teng of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress at the Qi Tian Mountain Range, known throughout the Eight Wastelands—and the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress using such underhanded tactics, would require an explanation. As for how that explanation would be delivered, it would depend on the senior brother’s decision. And then there was the Falling Heaven Pavilion—why had they also intervened?
“The Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress, the Heavenly Terrace, and the Falling Heaven Pavilion… the Northern Wasteland and the Western Wasteland are unlikely to remain peaceful,” Yiren Lei said, still smiling. Then her figure flickered and vanished from the Qi Tian Mountain Range. What the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress and the Falling Heaven Pavilion had done today had given the Heavenly Terrace ample justification to declare war. High-ranking Honored Martial cultivators had already been involved. Now, only the Martial Emperors had yet to personally step in—otherwise, it would be a full-blown storm.
In the small town, figures still gazed into the distance, watching the departure of that clear-featured young man. The youth who had once spent time with them in the town had defeated the strongest younger generation talent of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress. But it seemed he had been ambushed and injured.
A few days later, news spread that the Western Wasteland and the Northern Wasteland were about to shake. During the decisive battle between Lin Feng and Long Teng, Lin Feng had defeated Long Teng, only to be ambushed by experts from the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress. They had even tried to kill him. Then Bai Qiuluo appeared, beheaded Long Teng, and attempted to kill Lin Feng as well, shocking countless people. What was the Falling Heaven Pavilion trying to do?
Soon after, another rumor emerged: Qiu Yuexin of the Qiu Clan in the Northern Wasteland had actually embarked on the path of emotionlessness, cultivating a heartless technique. This stunned many. Was Qiu Yuexin’s rise connected to this?
Of course, more people were thinking that with the fall of Long Teng, the Heavenly Dragon Divine Body of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress in the Western Wasteland, the Eight Wastelands might have lost one prodigy. But in the Northern Wasteland, two prodigies were rising together.
One of them was naturally Lin Feng, who had defeated Long Teng. If not for the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress’s despicable tactics, Bai Qiuluo wouldn’t have had the chance to act—Lin Feng would have already slain Long Teng.
The other was Qiu Yuexin. Everyone sensed a terrifying potential in her. In less than a year, she had broken through from the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Martial Realm to the Honored Martial Realm, faster than even those prodigies. Even with the emotionless path, cultivation speed shouldn’t have been so rapid.
At that moment, the two people everyone believed were rising were in a desolate mountain range. The Eight Wastelands were vast and boundless. Aside from some sprawling cities, the land was mostly barren wilderness, with countless towns, villages, and forested mountains. Lin Feng had pursued Qiu Yuexin for several days before she finally stopped. But she only went to a cliff face alone to begin healing herself.
Lin Feng sat cross-legged beside Qiu Yuexin and began to condense his divine sense. That day, his Divine Mind Palace had suffered repeated heavy blows, and it had been uncomfortable for days.
Threads of golden light continuously tempered the Divine Mind Palace, reshaping and stabilizing it into the form of a palace. At the same time, following the method Qiongqi had taught him, he continued to perfect the internal structure of the palace, carving complex patterns. This was not something that could be accomplished overnight; it would likely take until he reached an extremely high realm to fully perfect the Divine Mind Palace. But Lin Feng wasn’t in a hurry. His attack methods were powerful, so he didn’t need his divine sense to be exceptionally strong. As long as his defenses were strong enough to withstand attacks from experts, he would be satisfied—he wouldn’t be killed by an expert’s divine sense attack.
For someone with an unstable divine sense, a powerful Honored Martial cultivator’s single roar could shatter it, and they wouldn’t even know how they died.
Unknowingly, Lin Feng immersed himself in the tempering of his divine sense.
Moonlight poured down, illuminating Qiu Yuexin’s figure, highlighting her ethereal beauty tinged with a hint of sorrow. The aura around her seemed even stronger.
“Chi…” A wisp of aura spread from Qiu Yuexin’s body—it was a killing aura. The wound from Bai Qiuluo’s sword strike was not serious. At her level, such a wound was insignificant. What was dangerous was the killing aura within the sword that eroded her body. If she hadn’t frozen that sword in time, and if Bai Qiuluo had let the killing aura run rampant inside her, she would have been severely injured, or even dead.
As if sensing this killing aura, Lin Feng opened his eyes. Under the moonlight, Qiu Yuexin stood up ahead and glanced back at him. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, seeming conflicted.
“What exactly happened?” Lin Feng slowly walked toward Qiu Yuexin.
Qiu Yuexin’s eyes seemed to avoid his, not meeting his gaze. They were both cold and fearful.
“Nothing happened. You should leave,” Qiu Yuexin said, looking at the moonlight, her voice carrying a desolate chill.
“If nothing happened, why are you so cold?”
Lin Feng continued forward, stopping not far behind Qiu Yuexin.
“Do we have any connection?” Qiu Yuexin turned back and looked at Lin Feng. “Between us, there has never been any connection, has there? You have a wife, you have your own life. And I am the young lady of the Qiu Clan. Are you planning to make me your concubine, or someone to warm your bed?”
Hearing Qiu Yuexin’s questioning, Lin Feng’s expression stiffened. The Qiu Yuexin before him now was too unfamiliar, as if she had become a different person.
“If that’s the case, then why did you still act at the Qi Tian Mountain Range?” Lin Feng asked.
“Your battle with Long Teng was ultimately because of me. Now, the path I cultivate is emotionlessness—cutting off all emotions. Naturally, I must sever any ties with you. I don’t want to owe you a favor. So don’t follow me. Leave. I don’t want to see you again.”
Qiu Yuexin’s voice was cold and resolute, as if there was no room for negotiation.
Lin Feng looked at her. The feeling of unfamiliarity grew stronger. Finally, he sighed and said, “Take care.”
With that, he moved his mind, and the great sword appeared. Lin Feng’s body shot into the air, disappearing into the night sky in an instant.
Qiu Yuexin watched Lin Feng’s figure leave. Finally, two teardrops appeared at the corners of her eyes. She cried out in pain, “Why? Why did you choose me?”
“You’re moved again. Have you forgotten? He has a wife—more than one. He only sees you as a substitute for his wife. And you saw with your own eyes the affection he has for another wife. There is no place for you in his heart.” In the darkness, like a demon, a voice spoke directly into Qiu Yuexin’s heart.
“You’re lying. I don’t believe it. Without me, why would he have charged into the Qiu Clan, slain Xuanyuan, and fought Long Teng?”
“Hmph, stop deluding yourself. If he had you in his heart, he wouldn’t have left just because of a few words from you.”
“Is that so? No matter what you say, I tell you, I can’t let go. Even if he doesn’t have me in his heart. So I cannot cultivate the great path of emotionlessness. Give up. Don’t hope for it.” Qiu Yuexin struggled.
“Have you forgotten? If you don’t cultivate the emotionless path, I will use your hand to personally kill him. Remember, at that time, it will be you, Qiu Yuexin, who kills him. You should understand—if you want to kill him, he will never be on guard against you.”
The voice in her heart sounded. Qiu Yuexin’s whole body trembled, as if she had thought of something. Her body shook with fear. At this moment, there was no coldness on her face, only a look of despair and the fragility of a young girl.
Sitting on the ground, Qiu Yuexin buried her head between her knees, as if crying in pain. Why was this happening? Why was there such an evil voice in her body, taking advantage of her weakness, teaching her the emotionless technique, gradually making her cold and heartless?
“It’s all my fault, Lin Feng. If I hadn’t been jealous seeing you with your wife, I wouldn’t have let the emotionless intent take advantage of me, wouldn’t have cultivated the emotionless technique. Why? Why is this happening to me?” Qiu Yuexin wept alone and helplessly in the wilderness, feeling a heart-wrenching pain.
“Let it go. Cast aside everything. Follow my guidance, and you will become a peerless expert, shocking the world, ruling the Eight Wastelands!” The voice carried a strong seductive force.
“Without emotion, even if I cultivate the supreme path, what’s the point? What meaning is there in ruling the Eight Wastelands?” Qiu Yuexin murmured, desolate and lost, even entertaining thoughts of suicide.
“No…” At that moment, Qiu Yuexin slowly stood up, a cold light flashing in her eyes. “Who says there’s no meaning? If I cultivate the great path and rule the Eight Wastelands, I can cut down all his enemies for him…”
“Yes, I will use the emotionless path to pave a smooth road for him, cutting down all his enemies.”
With that, Qiu Yuexin’s figure flickered, rising into the air. She boarded a Void Ship and vanished, her whereabouts unknown.
Three days later, news spread from the Western Wasteland: Over a dozen Martial Emperor disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress who had ventured out were slain in a single day. But this didn’t shake things too much—after all, it wasn’t uncommon for Martial Emperor disciples to clash with others and be wiped out by a group of experts.
However, five days later, more news emerged: Three Honored Martial disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress had been killed, all of them weaker Honored Martial cultivators.
Ten days later, news from the Western Wasteland again: In recent days, sixty-eight Martial Emperor disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress had been killed. This time, the Eight Wastelands finally turned their gaze toward the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress. Who had fired the arrow of revenge?
The Heavenly Terrace?
Fifteen days later, news came from the Western Wasteland again, but this time it wasn’t about the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress. It concerned another Martial Emperor power in the Western Wasteland: the Falling Heaven Pavilion.
Bai Qiuluo, a prodigy of the Falling Heaven Pavilion and one of the Ten Great Prodigies, was being pursued by a woman. The two had fought a fierce battle. Bai Qiuluo had stabbed the woman several times, but none were fatal. Meanwhile, one of Bai Qiuluo’s arms was severed. Countless people were shocked. One of the Ten Great Prodigies, Bai Qiuluo, had lost an arm.
Soon after, more reports followed. Bai Qiuluo was being relentlessly pursued. The woman, ignoring her own injuries, was determined to kill him at all costs. She chased him all the way from the Western Wasteland to the Central Wasteland region, leaving everyone in awe. Which woman was so persistent, willing to go to heaven and earth, sparing no effort to kill Bai Qiuluo?
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